THE BAPTIST CHURCH 
WARRENTON, NORTH CAROLINA 


Sunday Morning, June Twentieth 
NINETEEN HUNDRED TWENTY-SIX 
11:00 O’CLOCK 


IN MEMORIAM 


DR. T. J. TAYLOR 
WHO GAVE FORTY-TWO YEARS 
CF FAITHFUL SERVICE 
TO THE PEOPLE OF WARREN COUNTY 


AS PASTOR AT 


WARRENTON, WARREN PLAINS, MACON AND 


BROWNS BAPTIST CHURCHES 


“T delight to do Thy will, O my God; yea Thy law 
is within my heart. I have preached righteousness in 
the great congregation: lo, I have not refrained my 
lirs, O Lord.” 


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TO DR. T. J. TAYLOR 


FIRE; thine a gieaming, living flame 
To take away the things that shame, 
To free the gold from ail alloy, 
To wither, scatter and destroy 
The husky chaff of false desire. 
His words were such a FIRE. 


WATER; gently purling, sparkling draught, 
At thy sweet springs but let us quaff, 
The parched throat, the fevered brow; 
The burning weight ’neath which we bow, 
Thy reviving flow will surcease bring. 
His gentle touch was such a SPRING. 


EARTH; firm and safe beneath jour tread, 
Confident trust in thee is bred, 

Thy fieids are green with richest grain, 
Thy richness is thy people’s gain. 

Thy yield is e’er two-fold in girth. 
His life was ours as is the EARTH. 


AIR; enveloping, invisible power o’er all, 
Thy absence is our blackest pall. 

A strength greater than countless hoard, 
A might greater than flaming sword, 

Unseen, yet none thy power will dare. 
His spirit was like the AIR. 


The elements of life God gave, 
He poured them out our souls to save. 


Mrs. M. C. WINSTON. 


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Organ Prelude. 
Invocation—Dr. J. T. Gibbs. 
Hymn: No. 377—Blest Be the Tie That Binds. 
Responsive Scripture Reading. 
Anthem: Heaven is My Home—J. E. Roberts. 
An Appreciation—E. S. Allen. 
Memorial Address—Dr. W. R. Cullom. 
Solo: Crossing the Bar (Barndy)—J. Edward Rooker Jr. 
Address—Rev. E. R. Nelson. 
Hymn: No. 325—O Mother dear, Jerusalem! 
Tributes: ) 
From Warren Plains Church (Tom B. Weldon), 
Macon Church (Rev. J. J. Marshall), 
Browns Church (Sam L. Bobbitt), 
Warrenton Church (J. Y. Kerr), 
Rev. George Tunstall, 
Rev. Fred Bobbitt, 
Rev. A. P. Mustian, 
Dr. J. T. Gibbs. 


Hymn: No. 318—Pilgrims of the Night. 
Benediction—Dr. W. R. Cullom. 


BLEST BE THE TIE THAT BINDS 
Hymn: No. 377 


Blest be the tie that binds 

Our hearts in Christian love; 
The fellowship of kindred minds 
Is like to that above. 


Before our Father’s throne 

We pour our ardent prayers; 

Our fears, our hopes, our aims are one, 
Our comforts and our cares. 


We share our mutual woes; 
Our mutual burdens bear; 
And often for each other flows 
The sympathizing tear. 


When we asunder part, 

It gives us inward pain; 

But we shall still be joined in heart, 
And hope to meet again. 


This glorious hope revives 

Our courage by the way; 
While each in expectation lives, 
And longs to see the day. 


From sorrow, toil, and pain, 

And sin we shall be free; 

And perfect love and friendship reign 
Through all eternity. 


RESPONSIVE SCRIPTURE READING 


LED BY DR. W. R. CULLOM 


In the beginning God created the heaven and the 
earth. And the earth was without form and void; and 
darkness was upon the face of the deep. And the Spirit 
of God moved upon the face of the waters. 

Lord, Thou hast been our dwelling place in all generations. 
Before the mountains were brought forth, or ever Thou hadst 


fsrmed the earth and the world, even from everlasting to ever- 
lasting, Thou art \God. 


And God said, Let us make man in our image, after 
our likeness: and let them have dominion over the fish 
of the sea, and over the fowl of the air, and over the 
cattle, and over all the earth, and over every creeping 
thing that creepeth upon the earth. So God created 
man in His own image, in the image of God created He 
him; male and female created He them. 

When I consider Thy heavens, the work of Thy fingers, the 
moon and the stars, which Thou hast ordained; what is man, that 
Thou art mindful of him? and the son of man, that Thou visitest 
him? For thou hast made him a little lower than the angels, 
and hast crowned him with glory and honor. 


All we like sheep have gone astray; we have turned 
every one to his own way; and the Lord hath laid on 
him the iniquity of us all. 

For all have sinned and come short of the glory of God: 
being justified freely by His grace through the redemption that 
is in Christ Jesus: Whom God hath set forth to be a propitiation 
through faith in His blood, to declare His righteousness for the 
remission of sins that are past, through the forbearance of God: 
to declare I say, at this time his righteousness: that He might 
be just, and the justifier of him which believeth in Jesus. 


There is, therefore, now no condemnation to them 
which are in Christ Jesus, who walk not after the flesh, 
but after the Spirit. For the law of the Spirit of life in 
Christ Jesus hath made me free from the law of sin and 


death. For what the law could not do in that it was 
weak through the flesh, God sending His own Son in 
the likeness of sinful flesh, and for sin, condemned sin 
in the flesh: That the righteousness of the law might be 
fulfilled in us, who walk not after the flesh, but after the 
Spirit. 

Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? shall tribula- 
tion, or distress, or persecution, or famine, or nakedness, or peril, 
or sword? As it is written, for thy sake we are killed ell the 
day long: we are accounted as sheep for the slaughter. Nay, in 
all these things we are more than conquerors through Him that 
loved us. For I am persuaded that neither death, nor life, nor 
angels, nor principalities, nor powers, nor things present, nor 
things to come, nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature 
shall be able to separate us from the love of God, which is in 
Christ Jesus our Lord. 


And he shewed me a pure river of water of life, 
clear as crystal, proceeding out of the throne of God and 
of the Lamb. In the midst of the street of it, and on 
either side of the river, was there the tree of life, which 
bare twelve manner of fruits, and yielded her fruit 
every month; and the leaves of the tree were for the 
healing of the nations. And there shall be no more 
curse: but the throne of God and of the Lamb shall be 
in it; and His servants shall serve Him: And they shall 
see His face; and his name shall be in their foreheads. 
And there shall be no night there; and they need no 
candle, neither light of the sun; for the Lord God giveth 
them light: and they shall reign for ever and ever. 

And the Spirit and the bride say Come. And let him that 


heareth say Come. And let him that is athirst Come. And whoso- 
ever will, let him take the water of life freely. 


For by grace are ye saved through faith; and that 
not of yourselves: it is the gift of God: Not of works, 
lest any man should boast. 

For we are His workmanship, created in Christ Jesus unto 
good works, which God hath before ordained that we should 
walk in them. 


Then shall the King say unto them on His right 
hand, Come, ye blessed of my Father, inherit the king- 
dom prepared for you from tne foundation of the world: 
For I was an hungred, and ye gave me meat: I was 
thirsty, and ye gave me drink: I was a stranger, and ye 
took me in: Naked, and ye clothed me: I was sick, and 
ye visited me: I was in prison, and ye came unto me. 

And the King shall answer and say unto them, Verily I say 


unto you, inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of 
these, my brethren, ye have done it unto me. 


For this corruptible must put on incorruption, and 
this mortal must put on immortality. So when this 
corruptible shali have put on incorruption, and this 
mortal shall have put on immortality, then shall be 
brought to pass the saying that is written, Death is 
swallowed up in victory. O death, where is thy sting? 
O grave, where is thy victory? The sting of death is 
sin; and the strength of sin is the law. But thanks be 
to God, which giveth us the victory through our Lord 
Jesus Christ. 

Therefore, my beloved brethren, be ye steadfast, unmoveable, 


always abounding in the work of the Lord, for as much as ye 
know that your labor is not in vain in the Lord. 


Wherefore, seeing we are compassed about with so 
great a cloud of witnesses, let us lay aside every weight, 
and the sin that doth so easily beset us, and let us run 
with patience the race that is set before us, Looking 
unto Jesus, the author and finisher of our faith; who 
for the joy that was set before Him endured the cross, 
despising the shame, and is set down at the right hand 
of the throne of God. 

And I heard a voice from heaven saying unto me, write, 
Blessed are the dead which die in the Lord from henceforth: yea, 


saith the Spirit, that they may rest from their labors, and their 
works do follow them. 


ALL: NOW UNTO THE KING ETERNAL, IMMORTAL, 
INVISIBLE, THE ONLY WISE GOD, BE HONOR AND GLORY 
FOR EVER AND EVER, AMEN. 


O MOTHER DEAR, JERUSALEM 
Hymn No. 325 


O mother dear, Jerusalem! 

When shall I come to thee? 

When shall my sorrows have an end? 
Thy joys when shall I see? 

O happy harbor of God’s saints! 

O sweet and pleasant soil! 

In thee no sorrow may be found, 

No grief, no care, no toil! 


No murky cloud o’ershadows thee, 
Nor gloom, nor darksome night; 
But every soul shines as the sun; 
For God Himself gives light, 

O my sweet home, Jerusalem, 

Thy joys when shall I see? 

The king that sitteth on thy throne 
In His felicity ? 


Thy gardens and thy goodly walks 
Continually are green, 

Where grow such sweet and pleasant flowers 
As nowhere else are seen. 

Right through thy streets, with silvery sound, 
The living waters flow, 

And on the banks, on either side, 

The trees of life do grow. 


Those trees forevermore bear fruit, 
And evermore do spring; 

There evermore the angels are, 

And evermore do sing. 

Jerusalem, my happy home, 

Would God I were in thee! 

Would God my woes were at an end, 
Thy joys that I might see! 


PILGRIMS OF THE NIGHT 
Hymn No. 318 


Hark! hark, my soul! Angelic songs are swelling 
O’er earth’s green fields, and ocean’s wave-beat shore; 
How sweet the truth those blessed strains are telling 
Of that new life when sin shall be no more. 

Angels of Jesus, Angels of light, 

Singing to welcome the pilgrims of the night! 


Onward we go, for still we hear them singing, 
“Come, weary souls, for Jesus bids you come”; 
And through the dark, its echoes sweetly ringing, 
The music of the gospel leads us home. 
Angels of Jesus, Angels of light, 
Singing to welcome the pilgrims of the night! 


Far, far away, like bells at evening ‘pealing, 
The voice of Jesus sounds o’er land and sea, 
And laden souls by thousands meekly stealing, 
Kind shepherd, turn their weary steps to Thee. 
Angels of Jesus, Angels of light, 
Singing to welcome the pilgrims of the night! 


Rest comes at length: though life be long and dreary, 
The day must dawn, and darksome night be past; 
Faith’s journeys end in welcome to the weary, 


And heaven, the heart’s true home, will come at last. 


Angels of Jesus, Angels of light, 
Singing to welcome the pilgrims of the night! 


Angels, sing on! your faithful watches keeping; 
Sing us sweet fragments of the songs above; 
Till morning’s joy shall end the night of weeping, 
And life’s long shadows break in cloudless love. 
Angels of Jesus, Angels of light, 
Singing to welcome the pilgrims of the night! 


